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~eaJulls in Buffalo 
In someone's library 
there will be 
a sepia-toned book 
with a red-checkered spine. 

The book itself 
is barely thicker 
than a vacation-resort 
pamphlet. 

It's organs, 
however, 
are brightly 
illuminated; 

the stoic anti-hero-

a soulless 
model for humanity. 

Seven dreams 
in six hours: 

instead 
in stairs 
instill 
in the still; 

in dreams 
in staying 

in stay ... 

here's a nickel 

here is the ocean. 

98 

ll!Jan L. Gruenewalb 

On an ebucation 
Greasy prints you left 
on the glass 
doors, on the desk by the windoV1 

won't be there tomorrow? 

Half-full paper 
cups of cold coffee, 
leaves that came 
in with your shoes, is it all 

gone tonight? 

Inching toward 
the exit, the desk 
left scratches on the floor, so deep 

what of those? 

Aman, 
his silent mop 
in figure 
eights will leave 
no streak, what power-

what power he has.